It's four o'clock in the morning.

The Milky Way hangs high, as gorgeous as vague, and stars look down at Jurassic Park.

From time to time, I heard the sound of running in the jungle, and a hint of cold wind blew on my face, mixed with the unique fishy smell of dinosaurs, which made people feel particularly exciting, and I felt a sense of a terrifying and sour feeling that I knew there was a tiger in the mountain and was walking towards the tiger mountain.

Song Ming hiked through the dangerous group of poisonous blade dragons and came to the largest gathering area of ​​the Tuxinglong.

The moment I suddenly realized.

This is an open grassland, surrounded by forests, like a basin.

The grassland is not big, but it is very deep. The grass is like thorns. The grass depth is higher than that of a human, and it is uneven in height. Occasionally a storm of wind, and in an instant, it seems like beasts running around and ferocious birds flying together, giving people a sense of mystery that is even more mysterious than the jungle.

To be precise, this is not a grassland, but a piece of—

Grass forest!

This is supposed to be a place where the earth-striking dragons appear. Although the earth-striking dragon is called the earth-striking dragon, most of the activity time is still on the ground. However, it is a bit abnormal at this moment. The radar shows that there are hundreds of earth-striking dragons nearby, all of which are huddled underground, as if they are afraid of something.

"Is there any natural enemy?"

Song Ming touched the Tuxing Dragon Spirit Root on his right chest, and felt creepy. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, accompanied by a short and seemingly dangerous, as if danger had suddenly erupted, but soon returned to calm.

I felt my scalp numb and my whole body was invading, but I had no choice. Now that I had come to this, I could do it even if I had to bite the bullet.

Song Ming drilled into the grass forest and looked for pits for the earth-slide dragon. Generally speaking, the earth-slide dragon would immediately seal the hole after it drilled into the ground, so you must move forward with a careful investigation to find some clues.

At this moment—

Suddenly, a male voice as ethereal as Zen was swept by Song Ming's ears, as light as the breeze:

"Disturbating fishing will kill people."

Song Ming was startled and stood up suddenly:

"Who is it!"

Looking around, there was a figure lying on the side of a huge rock in the west corner of the grass forest, with a very ecstatic posture.

Song Ming rubbed his eyes, but did not detect any spiritual reactions. When contacting the reward he had received before, Song Ming couldn't help but murmur:

"Is this guy really here to hunt me? Why is Tu Xinglong so scared that he dared to get out of the hole?"

The more abnormal things are, the more curious things will arouse people's curiosity.

Song Ming's curiosity broke through the sky in an instant. Without saying a word, he ran towards the huge rock to the west, passed through the dense grass forest, regardless of the thorns, and came to the huge rock, jumped up, climbed up the huge rock, staring at the figure in front of him, and was stunned:

"Isn't this...Li Bai?"

Li Bai is just a metaphor.

In front of him, an old man was wearing a white robe, lying on the edge of the huge rock, with his left hand on his chin, his right hand holding a wine pot, and his elbow pressing a long sword, stretching his sword body out of the huge rock, and the tip of the sword was tied with a red rope. The other end of the red rope was not in the grass, as if he was fishing, and it merged with the surrounding environment.

Although the old man had white eyebrows, his face was not a bit kind, his long hair was flowing, his body was wild, and his face was full of red wine. He was not so old as an old man, but rather a voluptuous ronin.

Song Ming frowned and looked carefully. The old man had a gray cloth belt around his waist and seven vermilion red stars were printed on his back, which happened to be a spoon-shaped pattern of the Big Dipper. It was just a star located at the top of the spoon handle, and it was traced by a dotted line, making it look a little dim.

Song Ming felt strange:

"Old man, are you here to catch me?"

The old man hiccupped:

"Since you are here, don't you already have the answer?"

When Song Ming heard this, he thought about it carefully, and his heart gradually became excited, and even jumped out of his chest.

There is no doubt that the old man with white robe can tell at first glance that he is a master. Since he was not here to catch him, Song Ming's chance came. According to his countless routines of reading films, he must stick it on him with a stern face when he meets a master. According to this guiding ideology, Song Ming immediately coughed dryly and harassed in a low voice:

"Old man, be careful of a cold!"

"Old man, where are you from?"

"Old man, how old are you this year?"

"Old man, what's your name?"

"Old man, you-"

"Shh..."

The old man in white robe looked slightly embarrassed. He heard that Song Ming did not stop at all. He didn't even look at Song Ming, but just made a silent gesture and continued to stare at the grass forest.

The night color was like a cloak wrapped around him.

Seeing that the grass forest was no longer moving, I smiled leisurely after a while:

"When the sea changes, I know that the wind has withered. I am afraid that it has been wandering for too long. I don't know who I am, nor what name I have ever been."

"ha?"

Song Ming was stunned and thought to himself that this old man had a little abnormal mind. Even he forgot who he was and what he was called, wouldn’t that mean he had lost his memory? This is a routine in Korean dramas!

No matter what, this is definitely a trick of experts.

Soon, Song Ming's eyes turned to the old man's "fishing rod", and based on the guidelines of finding something to say, he continued to look for topics:

"Old man, your big sword... is so long!"

Unexpectedly, this sentence raised the old man's interest. He turned his head, grinned at Song Ming, and said excitedly:

"Do you talk about Qianyuji? It's a very beautiful sword, as beautiful as hers."

"ha?"

Song Ming was a little puzzled and couldn't understand the logic in the old man's words:

"Qian Yu Ji... There is a woman's name in this sword?"

The old man nodded and said meaningfully:

"Of course, that's my old wife, don't have any idea about her."

“…”

Song Ming couldn't laugh and cry. After a few words, it can be speculated that 90% of the old man may be brainless, and 10% may be masters. However, although 10% are small, it is not completely impossible. So he gritted his teeth and continued to talk:

"I'm not a grown-up yet...what are you doing?"

“Fishing.”

"Fish with a sword?"

"Fish with a sword."

"What can I catch from the grass? Are bugs?"

"Fishing dragons."

"Are you fishing for the dirt and walking on the dragon? You are creative!"

"I mean dragon, not dinosaur."

"dragon?!"

Song Ming was shocked. Is there really a dragon in this world? Is this old man in white robe really a master? Or is this "dragon" mean something else...

For example, genius?

Holding the idea of ​​not missing any opportunity, Song Ming suddenly closed his arms and clenched his fists, revealing his lean and edged muscles, and squatted his horse's stance, just like the sauce in the movie "Kung Fu", left and right, and fucked a few punches in a breeze, forcing himself to confidently:

"Senior, do you think I'm the dragon you want to catch?"

The old man in white robe squirted out a sip of old wine, cushioned for a while, and continued to stare at Cao Lin and said:

"You're thinking too much."

"I……"

A basin of cold water poured down his heart. Song Ming scolded ten thousand fucks in his heart. He felt that the old man in white robe was really cold and ruthless. He held back his loss on his face and continued to ask devoutly:

"Actually, the younger generation is in a difficult situation. What should we do to get rid of this predicament?"

Song Ming just expressed his willingness to seek help in a very implicit manner.

The old man said without looking back:

"Be yourself."

When Song Ming heard this, ten thousand grass and mud horses roared by in his heart. After enduring for a long time, the anger finally burst out:

"You sell chicken soup?"

The development of things was completely different from Song Ming's expected rhythm. I thought that looking at the old man's cool look, I should be a master who can guide him, but in the end I didn't expect that I was just a passerby who met by chance.

The so-called "no speculation" is too long, Song Ming turned around and wanted to leave, wanting to continue looking for his earth-moving cave, at this moment—

The sky cracked.

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Chapter completed!